I guess it’s a poem…

 Seeing things for how they really are. 
Seeing things simply.
Remove myself from my body, and see its face value
Back to the time we were just friends
When the world was not just a fantasy
Seeing things how they really are
 
When someone speaks, listen.
Really listen. 
Empathize with them, feel their emotions through expression
Be them through their own words
Understand who they truly are
There really is no question of nature
When someone speaks, listen
 
There’s a whole cascade of communication
A whole plethora of levels to be seen
Layer upon layer of humanness
So much happens under the surface
There’s no way to know what goes on
But there’s a whole cascade of communication